Passage of life goes on its pace
Pranked by its vagaries
we are
while I’d like
to caper and chase
I am sure,
what’s planned is bizarre.
I rise, rubbing off the debris of time,
Legs give away,
bearing the brunt of age.
Instinct says, into
cocoon, to climb.
Sticking to
determination, a battle I wage.
The chain of events slips by unseen
Vulnerabilities
sets the bar low.
While my
youth, I attempt to preen.
You had me at the title!
ReplyDelete